Agamemnon Frost And The Crown Of Towers - Plot & Excerpts
The Body in the Cellar Mason stopped on the worn steps of the narrow terrace house. The girl trotted ahead, pushing open the house’s boarded door. Hinges groaned and grey light shafted into the grainy blackness of the room beyond, revealing straw, rags and a door laid across the floor as its only furniture. “It’s in the cellar.” “Who lives here?” Frost frowned up at the crumbling front of the house. “Do you know?” “It used to be the Dwyers. Then the O’Malleys. Maybe it’s their cousins now. People move through fast. Mam says it’s an unlucky house.” The girl moved to cross the threshold, but Mason grabbed her arm. She was human, completely flesh and blood, but still she felt no fear at what she’d discovered in the house. She lived a hard life. He doubted much could shock her. She was also telling the truth about there being a body. The unmistakeable stench of death threaded through the air and with it came the itch and sourness of koile.
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